Our mothers tell us that there are no monsters under our beds, or hidden inside our closets but they don’t warn us that sometimes monsters come dressed as people that claim to love you more than the sun loves the moon.
If a non-human enemy appeared, humanity would probably unite and stop fighting itself.
A page that helps us to understand theme of the series.
Is that really so? If a non-human enemy appeared, humanity would really unite?
Of course not.
We humans are selfish, we tend to put ourselves and people we love above everything, we lie, we steal, we hate. We scare from sharks, monsters under our beds, giants, even clowns but if we take a look at ourselves we’d rather be scared of humans, instead of monsters. 2016 itself is a huge proof you know asdfg.
I think Shingeki no Kyojin series handles this theme wonderfully.
Sergeant Gross is also helping us to understand that theme, Chapter 87.
Something like Utopia can not exist, no matter how much effort you put, no matter how hard you try because of human nature itself. I am sorry philosophers, Thomas Campanella, Francis Bacon, First King and many others but I am taking George Orwell’s side here, and so does Isayama. He mocks with classic themes in every single way possible.
The First King and his ideology, Chapter 65.
I know, Kruger also said First King wanted Eldia to fall, but still…
The island where the walls are not named Utopia for nothing, after all.
Isayama likes to mock classic themes, and I love that way of his. It makes this manga more realistic and more enjoyable.
and what if i told you
what becomes of peter pan and his lost boys?
it was this simple:
they grew up.
the monsters under our beds
didn’t go away, honey.
they were always there-
watching, waiting. teaching.
it remains to be seen
if the monsters are children
or if we, who were once children,
first, it was the dark.
then strange noises in the night.
heavy, drawn-out breaths,
clutching the blanket,
praying silently, please, please,
leave me alone, go away. please.
your first taste of fear, that.
you learnt how fragile life really is,
and what you have to do
in order to survive.
this is how your ancestors,
in the dim, starlit world
of the unwritten history,
clawed their way to the top.
it is not resilience,
that oft-praised human strength,
nor innovation. you know this:
it was fear.
fear kept you alive.
fear will, fittingly, be your end.
it will doom us all.
name one greek hero who was happy,
and you will came up with none.
name one hero who wasn’t afraid.
you grew up,
and neverland becomes never-neverland.
the letters you wrote are long-drawn,
meticulous, staged. faked.
they never told me how you truly feel.
you said, darling, i am fine, i am fine,
business is booming. we’ll never have
to work our asses off ever again.
not you, not me. we’ll live happily ever after.
i’ve paid the taxes. bureaucratic red tape
can be such a pain in the ass, isn’t it?
what if i told you,
i know that you’re lying?
you grew up.
the monsters made a permanent resident
out of the dusts and forgotten toys
under your bed.
the dark didn’t terrify you
no more than the ghosts did,
but you were still afraid.
and you’ll soon understand:
they morphed into something else
in our adult years.
Since I’ve been young
I’ve been told that the monsters
who live under my bed were
ugly frightening and caused
by my imagination.
No one ever told me that
there could be monsters who
are beautiful and could whisper
into my ears a devilish I love you.
I don’t understand why we always look for monsters under our beds because the only monsters I’ve found were the ones lying right beside me. They held me close and pretended to protect me from the things that lurk in shadows so I didn’t realize I was supposed to protect myself from them until it was too late.
He told me he loved me so I thought I was safe -Jess Amelia
Our mothers tell us that
there are no monsters
under our beds,
or hidden inside our closets
but they don’t warn us
that sometimes monsters
come dressed as people
that claim to love you
more than the sun
loves the moon.